The Death Of The Boar (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
Now of the hard strait of the Feinne this legend's verse shall tell:When Fionn's men had fought and won, and ...
PART I.Dark, with shrouds of mist surrounded. Rise the mountains from the shore,Where the galleys of the Islesmen Stand updrawn, their voyage ...
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
Does death cleanse the stains of the spirit When sundered at last from the clay,Or keep we thereafter till judgment, Desires that ...
Lo, a castle, tall, lake-mirrored, Ringed around by mountain forms,Roofless, ruined, still defying Summer's rains and winter's storms.Every shattered lifeless window, Every stone ...
An ancient cannon, finely cast. Of bronze, all smooth and green with age, A by-gone actor on the stage,Yet fit to take, ...
Yon vale among the mountains, So sheltered from the sea,That lake which lies so lonely, Shall tell their tale to thee.Here stood ...
Best beloved of ancient stories Are our Diarmid's woes to me.Like a mist, by breezes broken,So this tale of olden gloriesFloats ...
A brother's eye had seen the grief That Duart's lady bore;His boat with sail half-raised flies down The sound by green Lismore.Ahaladah, ...
In the vapour and haze on the ocean, Where the skies and the waters meet,There's a form that drifts, phantom-like, onward As ...
Do reir beulaithris ann an linn Righ Artair bhi ann an Duneidean,bha Triath urramach Eirinneach a chuir tigh didean aira ...
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
(FROM THE GAELIC)The Hern at early morning cries,Where at Sleve-gail the meadow lies.Say, Duin's son, whom I love well,Canst thou ...
Away to the west! Westward ho! Westward ho!Where over the prairies the summer winds blow!Why known to so few were ...
For a while the salt brine leaves me O'er my terraced rocks to fall,And my broad swift-gliding waters Olden memories recall.Ere the ...
OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN-CORN.Cherry bloom and green buds bursting Fleck the azure skies;In the spring wood, hungering, thirsting, Faint an ...
Is it Man alone who merits Immortality or death?Each created thing inherits Equal air and common breath.Souls pass onward: some are ranging Happy ...
A moment's pause before we play our parts,To speak the thought that reigns within your hearts.--Now from the Future's hours, ...
King Arthur on a journey went,His men and he on hunting bent.Came to the hill for victories known;He, and Sir ...
From our Dominion never Take Thy protecting hand,United, Lord, for ever Keep Thou our fathers' land!From where Atlantic terrors Our hardy seamen train,To ...
Grey-cowled monk, whose faith so earnest Guides these Indians' childlike hearts,As their hands to toil thou turnest, Teaching them the Builder's arts,Speak ...
We stood, as the helmeted horsemen Formed up in the light of the sun;We knelt, stretching bayonets towards them As they charged, ...
Colin, Chief of Diarmid's kin,Strode alone to Ederlinn.Night, and heath, and deep morassHear the chain-mailed warrior pass.Ambushed lay the treacherous ...
1. We have poled our staunch canoe Many a boiling torrent through; Paddling where the eddies drew, Athwart the roaring flood we flew._Chorus--_ Dip ...
(KEEWATIN.)A land untamed, whose myriad islesAre set in branching lakes that veinIllimitable silent woods,Voiceful in Fall, when their defiles,Rich with ...
Morning, lighting all the prairies, Once of old came, bright as now,To the twin cliffs, sloping wooded From the vast plain's even ...
"Are hearts here strong enough to found A glorious people's sway?"Ask of our rivers as they boundFrom hill to plain, or ...
Wet, cheerless was our bivouac last eve, but still we spokeOf fighting and of winning, to-morrow, when day broke:That day ...
Oh, dear to old Dunolly's heart His darling daughter seemed,Yet when she fled, how pitiless His bitter curse was deemed.To death he ...
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